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The First Me Video (MV)






Lloyd Banks - The First Me Lyrics




[Intro:]
DAMN!

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah! {COME ON! }
G-Unit baby! {CRAZY! } [kids ovation]
2 G's up!
Yeah!

[Verse:]
They kind and talk shit to you and sue you
Don't let them fool you, boxed in results of beating up Blue Lu (ugh!)
Nigga I ain't the new you! (nah!) - I'm the first me!
Unrated version - in a armored suburban (whoo!) {DAMN! }
And the picture lights curvin' - ain't nothin for certain
Close friends be turnin'! F*ck it! - Close his curtain. [shot]
It's darker on the other side!
God let me number slide, hot since Benz's were bubberlide. [scream]
The green matters besides that, I'm color blind
Duckin' 21 jump street - on the cover time.
Catch me in the street run deep - and a rubber nine
Niggas yappin move bout mine, another trouble sign. [shot]
Pricks handin out tips on me and my click (yeah!)
Private investigating on that CSI shit
Keep your mind quick and your dirt low, people gossip
Singe than a motherf*cka, you ain't sleep with my chick. [shot]
Ain't shit changed boy, same click same Lloyd
Same phenominal flow that got the game noise
Still got the flama to bend ya control your anger (uh!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooo}
Nigga won't come out no more - like Kramer! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Danger, mayhem, murder - mishaps and clicks clacks
Surgery through six packs, beef all over this rap. (yeah!)
I'll get you gift wrapped. (gift wrapped!) - Send your ass back!
Family and friends tighter than my last track. [shot]
Hollowtips and politics headin' into November (uh!)
Bottle shit to model chick shit that I don't remember! (uh-uh!)
I'm a lender, and your a borrower, a f*cking pretender
I'm on in every month now see you niggas December. - Remember!

[Outro:]
I am pound for pound...
The PLK!
Hahaha! [classice evil laughter]
Yeeeahhh!
Run this shit
Uh!
Green Gang!
Shout out to all my niggas, man!
All the real niggas, man!
Fake niggas die quick, man
G-Unit still the click, man!
Yeahh!
Green Gang hit man! {CAN'T FORGET... }
I'm the shittt!

[Outro:]
SHADE 45!
COACH PR! [beat fades out]
MANDOG!
"HALLOWEEN... HAVOC"! [police sirens]
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[Intro:]
DAMN!

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah! {COME ON! }
G-Unit baby! {CRAZY! } [kids ovation]
2 G's up!
Yeah!

[Verse:]
They kind and talk shit to you and sue you
Don't let them fool you, boxed in results of beating up Blue Lu (ugh!)
Nigga I ain't the new you! (nah!) - I'm the first me!
Unrated version - in a armored suburban (whoo!) {DAMN! }
And the picture lights curvin' - ain't nothin for certain
Close friends be turnin'! F*ck it! - Close his curtain. [shot]
It's darker on the other side!
God let me number slide, hot since Benz's were bubberlide. [scream]
The green matters besides that, I'm color blind
Duckin' 21 jump street - on the cover time.
Catch me in the street run deep - and a rubber nine
Niggas yappin move bout mine, another trouble sign. [shot]
Pricks handin out tips on me and my click (yeah!)
Private investigating on that CSI shit
Keep your mind quick and your dirt low, people gossip
Singe than a motherf*cka, you ain't sleep with my chick. [shot]
Ain't shit changed boy, same click same Lloyd
Same phenominal flow that got the game noise
Still got the flama to bend ya control your anger (uh!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooo}
Nigga won't come out no more - like Kramer! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Danger, mayhem, murder - mishaps and clicks clacks
Surgery through six packs, beef all over this rap. (yeah!)
I'll get you gift wrapped. (gift wrapped!) - Send your ass back!
Family and friends tighter than my last track. [shot]
Hollowtips and politics headin' into November (uh!)
Bottle shit to model chick shit that I don't remember! (uh-uh!)
I'm a lender, and your a borrower, a f*cking pretender
I'm on in every month now see you niggas December. - Remember!

[Outro:]
I am pound for pound...
The PLK!
Hahaha! [classice evil laughter]
Yeeeahhh!
Run this shit
Uh!
Green Gang!
Shout out to all my niggas, man!
All the real niggas, man!
Fake niggas die quick, man
G-Unit still the click, man!
Yeahh!
Green Gang hit man! {CAN'T FORGET... }
I'm the shittt!

[Outro:]
SHADE 45!
COACH PR! [beat fades out]
MANDOG!
"HALLOWEEN... HAVOC"! [police sirens]
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

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